That was Sav. She’d just lost it in the car, and her world was crumbling around her, but she was cracking jokes now and making the best of the fact that she was staying in this scary-as-fuck house alone. Some people were glass-half-full people. Others were glass half empty. Savannah Abbott’s glass had always been overflowing. But I didn’t know her anymore, and I’d seen cracks in that exterior already tonight. She was trying to hold it together. And she didn’t need to do that on my account.
